Ost Uncontrollably Fond Only You の小説・ストーリー

Not to show that I was in fact close to getting sick and feeling light headed. “Look, all that I have that is truly mine is my body and I will absolutely do with it what I want or don't want. I'll be damned if I give it up to you or anyone else because that would be giving away the only thing I have left of me. The only thing I can control, which is my womb,” I snapped, shoving my finger in his face for good measure. He frowned and tilted his head to the side. “Are you done,” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

He raised his voice. "What should I have done? Tell you the enemy's my mate?!" I yelled, equally getting annoyed. "This could have been avoided!" "How? I have no control over things like this. This is a part of us. Of all people you should know that!" "Don't use that tone on me, young lady," he said in a low annoying tone. "I'm still your uncle and the beta of this pack." "And I still remain your niece and future alpha of this pack." I equally said defiantly and walked away.

Erdem POV: Self-control, noun, the ability to control oneself, in particular one’s emotions and desires, especially in difficult situations. I was taught the art of self-control from a young age, but I let go every bit of control to sooth my desire. It wasn’t any particular difficult situation I believe, even though the memory is hazy, but I remember the desire that scorched me alive from inside and out. And while I was drunk out of my mind, something that never had happened before, I surrendered to the scorching desire and took her. Name? I don’t know. Face? I don’t remember. And I intend on never remembering either. For the very next day my moon-blessed graced my land. And I couldn’t have

Ronan moves past me, close enough that his shoulder bumps mine deliberately. "You almost lost it," he mutters. I swallow hard. I know. Aaron calls for rotation but before he turns away completely— He says it again. Quietly. Only for me. "Controllati." (Control yourself.) And this time— It sounds less like an order and more like a plea he doesn't realize he's making. My wolf hums louder than ever, content with all these interactions, and for the first time in a long time, I'm not sure I want it to quiet down.

What the hell are we doing? But God, I don't care right now. I am groaning as I hold her tight, fucking hard, and I come, letting go of all the pressure that I’m feeling. It is all her fault. She just had to be so freaking hot to make me lose control of myself. I really wanted to stick to my set plan. I made a bet with my mom—she promised me something if I could stick to it for the rest of the fifty days. But now it's all gone, vanished in a storm of forbidden pleasure. And for some strange reason, I don't know why, I don't care, because I'm freaking losing it over this hot cousin of mine. Why did she have to be so hot?

"I simply wish to touch you, I shall not do anything else." I disregard his words allowing him to fondle them so he shall be distracted and will stop disturbing me. It is like giving a pup candy in a way I suppose. But Phobos is a very horny male and a mere candy is not enough he needs it to be given to him unwrapped and ready to be sucked on.

“And don’t even try and tell that you haven’t fucked that girl you spoke on the phone. I know you have, and I know you’re thinking of fucking her again once you go home.” “Listen, you—” “—No, no, you listen, bro. I know how much you love the feeling of your girl’s flesh, clenching around that cock of yours…that powerful feeling of filling her and moving inside her tight hole; that intense feeling of dominance as you listen to her cry and beg for you; that extreme and violently overwhelming whirlwind of emotions streaming in every single vein in your body never really leaves you even after you’re done screwing her, bro. And once you reached the peak, you just want to go for it again, and you

༺LIAM༻ “Disobey me and find out.” The words are out of my mouth before I can even stop myself from sounding like a total control freak. Well, maybe I am. I'm the control freak who fucking loves her with a passion that borders on obsession and I won't apologize for it. Obsession is my love language. This woman drives me crazy yet every fibre of my being burns for her.

I came here to be transparent about everything that happened. I am not asking you, Fiona, I am telling you. You love him and I want his love. Can you give me that? Fey says and I raise an eyebrow in confusion to look at her. I can only give you what I have control over. I don’t have control to make Cult change. If you ask me to hate him…I say. Can you hate him? Do you even have control over your own heart because I don’t think you do. “I don’t think you can control your surpassing feelings for Cult and I know that I’m not wrong.” Fey says and I squeeze my fist.